Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Myer.
Hope you enjoy.
This chapter is rated M.
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"I feel as if this was a mistake," Carlisle chuckled teasingly as he watched her. "You are far more distracted by the house to take any notice of me."
The house he had found for their honeymoon was simply stunning, filled with antique furniture, interesting choices of wallpapers and vases of lushous flowers dotted here there and everywhere. It was located not far from their house in Atlanta, but far enough away to feel like a true vacation. Carlisle couldn't wait for the time when he and Esme could explore the world. There was so much for her to see, and he looked forward to being the one to show her.
Esme looked over her shoulder at him, biting her lower lip and slowly releasing it in a way that captured his attention successfully. "Nothing in this whole world is more distracting than you, Carlisle." She reassured him with a wink, and he smiled, relieved that neither of them was too tense with nerves to enjoy each others company. Being with Esme as natural as breathing.
As she continued to explore, Carlisle unpacked. They had packed enough to last for the duration of the stay, but neither of them was a heavy packer so it was an easy task. The main bedroom was large, larger than the one in their current home, with a full-length mirror and a big four poster bed. The house was kept pristine, and it's location was perfect; right beside a large lake, which was part of the reason why he had picked it, because he hoped Esme would also think of their lake where he had proposed.
As he leaned over to fold the rest of the clothes, hands suddenly felt up his arms, appreciating the muscles shamelessly. He smiled under his touch.
Turning around to face his wife, Carlisle raised an eyebrow. "Finished inspecting the house, my love?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "I am allowed to admire the work of someone so creative and thoughtful. And now I am free to admire my husband."
"Your husband has no complaints about that." Carlisle smiled at her, cupping her face with his hands. "I love you so much."
"I think you have told me before." She teased lightly. "I love you."
He kissed her waiting lips. She kissed him back, and Carlisle moaned against her lips as her hands moved up to his hair, tugging at it slightly and tickling over his neck. A sudden bout of nerves took over him as he remembered what tonight would be. He didn't want to disappoint, nor did he want to do anything wrong, and he certainly didn't want to pressure her. But, the nerves vanished as their continued to kiss, as it seemed so natural and right, and he gave into those emotions. If either of them were unsure, they would stop.
The numerous kisses they had shared together had always been loving, with the underlying desire that they both felt for each other, but these kisses were certainly different. They were powerful, and demanding, but sweet and slow enough to prevent either of them to worry about rushing. His hands cupped her face lovingly, whilst hers slowly brushed over his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair.
He was about to pull apart to check that she was okay, but her body language was enough to give him the confidence to continue. They had discussed her marriage, and he would hate to make her feel like he was demanding this from her. But, the way she was pressing against him, the hunger that she was kissing him and the soft little whimpers she was letting out was a positive sign.
Gently, he stepped around the bed, pulling Esme with him. She happily complied, following him, refusing to break apart from his lips. Oxygen wasn't necessary for vampires, He turned them around and softly lowered her down onto the bed. She sat down at first, her lips never breaking from his, shifting herself to the top of the bed and nestling within the pillows, lying down. He moved to hover above her, supporting himself on his hands while their lower bodies pressed together.
She gasped and tilted her face. Before he could control himself, he started to kiss along her collarbone, something he had never allowed himself to do but always wanted. He loved her neck, and had often caught himself staring when her hair had moved to expose it.
Although he had no experience in this, he allowed his instincts to guide him, learning what felt right and pursuing that. She moaned slightly, the noise escaping her lips whether she had meant it to or not. The noise was a good sign, encouraging him to continue. Slowly, his lips moved down to her neck, but he stopped when he came to the mark left just above her collarbone.
Esme stroked his hair comfortingly. "Carlisle, please, don't stop. That scar brought me to you. I do not hate it, I never have. Please, don't stop." She was feeling confident now, and Carlisle didn't want to ruin that, especially when he wasn't feeling nervous himself. This was right. They belonged to each other.
Carefully, he kissed the bite mark, and Esme's whole body shivered in appreciation. Encouraged, he repeated the action, allowing his lips to press against it for a bit longer, earning another soft whimper from his wife that was definitely becoming his favourite sound. But, Carlisle moved back to her lips, a little rougher than normal, which excited him. Esme was clearly excited as well, she lifted her hips up into his and both of them hissed with pleasure at the new contact.
Her arms ran up and down his arms a few times, admiring his muscles as she had done before, and then were on his collarbone, feeling his own mark on the side of his neck with her fingertips. Carlisle froze under her touch, but, before he could speak a single word, her lips kissed it, grazing over it softly with her tongue. He shivered, tilting his head back. She smiled against his skin, and then returned to his lips.
Suddenly, her arms were moving over his shirt, first gliding over his back before moving round his side and then to the buttons that fastened it. She looked up at him, and he answered her silent question by kissing her again. Understanding his response, her finger started to undo the buttons. When they were all undone, Esme slowly pushed his shirt off his shoulders, untucking it from his trousers, and throwing it off the bed into a far corner of the room.
Esme broke away from him to look at what she had just uncovered. This was the most intimate they had ever been, and her eyes darkened as she took in his chiselled chest and sculptured, god-like definitions of his torso. Her lips parted in appreciation.
"You are absolutely beautiful," She whispered as her hands felt the newly exposed skin of his upper body. He shuddered with joy under her touch, his emotions blaring like a flame sparking into a fire. The nerves had been replaced by an unquestionable wanting, something he knew he could never control.
He kissed her. "Esme, may I?" He asked, his fingers brushing her dress.
She bit her lower lip and nodded. She was not nervous, not as she feared she would be. This was Carlisle. He would never hurt her. She had wanted this for so long. "Please," She said, but he understood what she was shy about.
"You are truly stunning, my love." He whispered against her lips. She relaxed underneath him instantly, knowing he would never lie to her.
As gently as he could manage, he undid the fastenings off her dress before easing it off her body, revealing her corset and undergarments. Also, the absence of her dress revealed her long, pale, slender legs. He had never seen this much of her body, and there was more to see. He leaned down to kiss her collarbone, his kisses leaving a trail across the exposed skin of her chest. Esme moaned in pleasure, her hands gripping his hair tightly, the unneeded breathing pushing up to him.
One of Esme's hands trailed down his back, an action that encouraged him to continue. Leaning up, he gently undid the fastenings of her hair, allowing the caramel curls to cascade down past her shoulders.
"Truly beautiful," He whispered, stroking her cheek with one finger. "Are you sure?" He checked.
Esme nodded. "I want this, Carlisle. I want you."
"I want you, you have no idea how much." Carlisle whispered to her.
"Then show me," Esme urged gently. Carlisle smiled before captivating her lips again.
It wasn't long before his lips had found their way back down her neck, this time trailing further to her collarbone. They ghosted over her breasts, and she gasped as his breath tickled her currently covered nipples. Her back ached, presenting herself closer to him and silently reasuring him that it was okay, that it was what she wanted. Carefully, Carlisle allowed himself to lay gentle kisses to the tops of her breasts, his tongue gliding over her skin before he gently nipped at it, soothing it with his tongue. Her skin tasted incredible, her body singing to him stronger than any blood ever had.
Before she could let insecurities get the best of her, Esme reached behind her back and undid the clasp, pushing the material off her and leaving her exposed to his eyes. She didn't feel vulnerable, she could never feel that with Carlisle, but she bit her lower lip all the same as her nerves started to toy with her mind. The dark golden look now in his eyes eased her worry instantly.
For a moment, Carlisle allowed himself to admire her. The feelings that were pulsing through him were ones that he had never allowed himself to give in to before. He had always wanted her, and before now, he had never let his control slip. But now that he could, he felt himself give into a new side of himself.
"Carlisle," Esme whispered, her eyes both searching yet clouded with desire. She stiffened slightly below him, misreading his sudden pause.
Carlisle leaned down and kissed her, allowing himself to get swept away by his emotions so he could show her how much he loved her. Softening almost instantly, Esme returned the kiss with equal passion, as if communicating to him without the need for words. Her fingers quickly undid his belt, she pulled it free slowly and watched as he removed of the rest of his clothing with one hand.
She should have expected every part of him to be perfect. It was typical, and made her question once again if Carlisle wasn't part angel. How had one person been so blessed?
Hesitantly, she touched him with her fingers, causing him to grasp and rest his head against her collarbone, panting as her hand explored boldly. He trembled under her touch, and she was enjoying it far more than she ever thought possible. All she had known of sex was miserable and painful. This, however, was wonderful, and exciting, and they hadn't even started yet.
"Esme," He growled against her neck, a noise so animalistic that it made her body tingle with need for him. "I won't be able to last if you keep doing that, my love."
Pride surged through her, mixing with her desire, as she realised just how much of an affect she had on her husband. But, she released him, only to cup his face and direct his lips back to hers for another mind-blowing, earth-shattering kiss. Their naked bodies pressed together in a way that left both of them hissing at the wonderful sensations.
"My love?" Carlisle asked, the unspoken question lying thick in the air between them.
She looked up at him and found nothing but love in his eyes. She didn't just want him so badly that it hurt, she needed him. "I'm ready, Carlisle." She assured him, her voice strong and sure. "Please."
Slowly, he joined them together for the first time. Her immortal body stretched for him, welcoming him to her desperately, and he gasped at the warmth that surrounded him. For a moment, they remained like that; unmoving, with his forehead against her collarbone as he whispered sweet nothings to her.
"Move," She invited him, once her body was ready. "Carlisle, I want you."
He leaned up to look down at her. "I love you." He promised, capturing her lips and swallowing her response as his hips started to move slowly into hers. Her body had been ready for him; slick and inviting, easily accepting him as he moved deeper inside her with each strong thrust.
Esme's hands dug into his shoulder blades as a loud moan escaped from her lips. She knew it was unladylike, but she couldn't care less. She wanted him to hear just what he did to her, and she could feel from the way he smiled against her mouth that he was enjoying it immensely.
Their bodies moved together as if they had been doing this for years. They completed each other; his going down to hers as hers rose up to meet his every thrust, her back arching in such a delicious way that caused her chest to push against his. Her hands raked down his back and back up again as she tried to get a grip on her control, but with every move of his hips and every whimper she released, any form of control she had was chipping away.
His lips left her swollen lips to pay attention to her neck, worshipping her. He loved the way she felt underneath him, felt around him, and he couldn't manage to say any words. Instead, he communicated with her with moans of his own, eagerly responding to her whimpers and gasps of pleasure.
He quickened his pace, his thrusts driving deeper, searching for more. One of Esme's legs drew up, her knee pressing into his hip before her foot trailed down the back of his toned calf. She wanted to touch every inch of his body, claim it as her own, and the fact she had all eternity to do so thrilled her.
Soon, the pleasure had built up inside him, like a lake ready to burst through the dam, but he was determined to bring her with him. He deepened the angle of his thrusts, making her cry out in bliss as her nails dug into him and her teeth sank into his shoulder. He sucked on her neck, one of his hands moving to play with her breasts to make sure they didn't feel left out.
"Carlisle!" She gasped out, throwing her head back and scrunching her eyes shut as she allowed herself to let go. Carlisle had never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life.
"Esme," He whispered tightly, feeling her clench around him. As he felt her juices surround him deliciously, he allowed himself to give into her. With a final thrust, he gave into the pleasure.
He stayed where he was for a few moments longer, selfishly enjoying the feeling far too much to want to move away. When he eventually pulled out of her and collapsed onto his side next to her, she felt a strange new empty at the absence of him.
"I..." Carlisle breathed out, completely mind-blown. "I never could have imagined...that it would feel like that..."
"Neither could I." Esme admitted softly. Sex before now had been a dreaded part of her life. Charles had always been rough and selfish, and Esme had never consented to any of the times she had ended up in bed with him. At first, she had been a little scared that it would be the same way with Carlisle; not because for one second she ever believed he was anything like Charles, but because she had simply no other experience of it.
But now, it was as if her eyes had been opened to how it should real be between a man and his wife.
"That was…" She trailed off, unable to find a word that gave what had just happened enough justice. She felt as if she was lying on a cloud; weightless and blissful. Carlisle had made her feel wonderful, but the fact they had both given into their inner needs together without either of them becoming scared made her smile.
"I know," Carlisle said before she could attempt to find a good enough word. "I know."
She nestled into him, her body fitting perfectly against the side of his. "Carlisle?" She whispered.
"Yes, my love?" He asked, his hand instantly tucking underneath her pillow so he could stroke her back tenderly.
She looked up at him with a glint in her eyes. "I'm assuming that vampire stamina has many advantages rather than just hunting?"
He laughed before leaning down to kiss her again, rolling back on top of her, his body pressing against hers as she sank into the mattress. She purred contently, and the two of them lost themselves amongst the sheets for the rest of the night.
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Esme rolled onto her side to look up at him. Light sheets covered her below her waist, and Carlisle also had one over his lap, but the top half of their bodies was exposed to the sunlight that had crept into the room, signalling the start of their first day as a married couple.
They stayed there in a silent state of bliss as the morning sun filled the room with an amber glow. It caught their skin, making it glisten with a thousand diamonds. Esme's wedding ring caught it as well, gleaming like a star.
Carlisle noticed it, and took her hand, lifting it to his lips. The touch left her skin prickling with fire. Their night had been wonderful, and yet his touch could still leave her wanting him. It was incredible, and she knew they would always have it.
"That's a very gentlemanly act," She mumbled, a smile playing on the corner of her mouth as she took in his dishevelled blonde locks, a creation made by her own fingers.
Her comment earned her a raised eyebrow from her husband. "Am I not a gentleman?" Carlisle asked with amusement, turning his face to look at her.
Esme grinned playfully. "Well, the events of the last few hours would say otherwise."
"You have such a strong effect on me, I will not apologize for that." Carlisle shifted so his nose was almost touching hers, and his breath brushed her face. "Are you complaining?"
Esme laughed, rubbing the end of her nose against his affectionately. "Definitely not." She placed a hand on his chest and started to trace invisible patterns over the skin, leaving a trail of fire across his body. However, as she moved, the sheets shifted as well, and Esme frantically moved to cover the exposed skin.
"Esme," Carlisle took her hand away from the sheet, squeezing it in his own. "You do not need to be self-conscious. Your body...it is truly beautiful. You do not need to feel as if you must hide it from me."
She blinked up at him. "Do you mean that?" She asked. Despite knowing that vampires were designed to be beautiful, with their physical features flawless, Esme knew she would always be a little self-conscious of herself.
It pained Carlisle to see how fragile her own self-esteem was, and wished that she could see herself through his eyes. He had never seen a woman with such natural beauty before, and her soul enhanced her beauty in a way that no woman could ever compete with. "You are too beautiful for this world," Carlisle told her, meaning every word.
She smiled at him. "You know, I could happily spend every single day of our honeymoon like this." She said quietly with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Carlisle pretended to look offended. "Do you not wish to enjoy some of the outside activities I have planned?" He asked, attempting something that he hoped would tempt her.
"What are you doing?" Esme giggled in amusement, brushing her thumb over his lips.
"Pouting," Carlisle defended himself. "It always works on me when you do it, so I thought it would be worth a try."
"You are so adorable," Esme reached over to kiss him. "But, you should leave the pouting to me."
Carlisle rolled his eyes. "Yes, my darling wife."
She smiled at her new title. "So, what activities were you thinking about?" She asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," He said, moving to hover over her, which made her giggle again. Leaning down, he started to kiss along the jawline, causing Esme to arch her back in pleasure as he spoke against her skin. "However, right now, I plan for us to spend a little while longer like this."
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I hope I portrayed the characters well enough in this; Esme would of course be hesitant, considering her previous husband, but her love for Carlisle overruled her nerves. Carlisle would be a little unsure as well, as he had never loved a woman let alone been with one in this way, so they learnt together.
They are pure perfection, there is nothing else to say.
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